The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of goats are casually browsing through a rustic, old-fashioned general store, somehow expertly restocking the shelves with all sorts of stuff like canned goods, rope, and tools. The air's thick with the smell of fresh hay and old wood, and it's pretty quiet except for the sound of the goats softly bleating as they work. Outside, a pretty heavy rain is coming down, drumming a steady beat on the corrugated iron roof, but somehow none of the stuff in the store is getting wet despite the fact that the doors and windows are all wide open. Uh, a few chickens are just chillin' behind the counter, somehow operating the old-fashioned cash register with ease.